Tuesday, April 27, 2010


I recently went for a quick jaunt to New York City. Normally I try to pack as much as I possibly can into short trips to great cities, but this time I was forced to relax and accept a slower pace, since I was visiting family.

I did manage to spend a few quality hours in the Metropolitan Museum of Art though.

We meet at last.
What a place. Obviously, I only saw a tiny fraction of their collection. And being me, I focused on the 19th century paintings and raced through the European paintings. HIGHLY SATISFYING.

I was very excited to stumble into a exhibition called Playing with Pictures: The Art of Victorian Photocollage.

Friends, this is so in my wheelhouse.




God, I love this stuff. It's so whimsical and creepy. I love the idea of these wealthy, leisured women taking the stern photos of their important relatives and acquaintances and sticking them on ridiculous drawings.

Terry Gilliam practically had all his work done for him.

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